the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
 
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
 
i am an unmarried mother
 
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
 
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

Mother on the other Side  

Dear Mom, how have you been on the other side of the line?

You crossed over too soon, but how is it like being with still time?

Do you see the Sun and the Moon and myriad stars pass by?

Do you go for your morning walks in the Garden of Eden?

Does the rain make you dance?

Ma, do you think El Nino will stifle the seasons?

Do people pray in the land of the Gods?

Do you hear the tintinnabulations gently knock at the doors of our soul?

Is there an Aarti by the riverside where spent flowers and a diya are sent on their eternal journey?

Mother, do you see the Great Wall of China, our tiny dreamless homes, our daily struggles?

Mother, do you think we will have black rain?

Mother, do you think our kids and flowers deserve better?

Mother, do you think the stars are like wandering musicians carrying tales of valour?

Or do they tell stories of our deprivations?

Mother, how is your next door neighbour? Does she put jasmine in her hair?

Mother, does the milkman come?

Does the postman ring the bell?

Mother, do you heal yourself?

Did you meet Dad? What was it like?

Mother, you knew he cared for you but was fighting his demons

Mother, is the sky crimson blue out there?

Do the clouds swirl and form quixotic shapes?

Mother, do you worry about my sister?

Her ghosts are at peace now

Mother, are you born again? 

Dear Mom, I miss you on this side of the line

You crossed over too soon, but how is it like being with still time?  



16 August 2009